I love you, therefore I must leave
Part Three
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: Same as previous chapter. This chapter contains two original characters. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Timeline: Just after the council scene in FOTR.
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The council meeting had just adjourned, and all Nine Walkers had gone off to their own quarters to pack and have some time to themselves. Legolas stood alone in his room, preparing his knapsack and sharpening his blades. He ran a finger across the blade of one, testing it, a thin line of blood appeared on his thumb, showing just how sharp the lethal weapon was. He smiled to himself before putting the knives back in their respective sheathes.
"It's true? Isn't it." a voice said from the doorway.
Legolas replied without turning.
"Yes Arwen, it is. Aragorn is going with Frodo to destroy the One Ring. Fear not Milady, I will let no harm come to him." he said, iciness edging into his voice.
Arwen pulled him around to face her.
"Is that all you think of me? My god, Legolas!" she yelled, shaking him.
The WoodElf pulled away and continued packing his back.
"He is your betrothed." Legolas said simply. "You will marry him and forget all about me."
Arwen stood, aghast at what she was hearing.
"You were my betrothed first. Do you not think I still hold love for you in my heart?"
"I do not doubt that in some small way, you may think you loved me. But that was in the past. You have a whole new life ahead of you."
The RiverElf could not find the words to express herself.
"If there is nothing further Milady, I will have to take my leave of you." he said coldly polite.
She gaped at him for a moment as he pushed past her and into the hall. She followed him all the way outside, still trying to find the right thing to say.
"Legolas!" she cried. "Please do not do this. I-I. I love you!"
Legolas froze.
"In a perfect world, that would be enough. But this is not a perfect world, Arwen. People will die if I do not go."
Arwen flung herself into his arms, crying. They melted into one another, years of torment and pain seeming to evaporate with one simple kiss. When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless.
"Please come back to me?" she whispered, leaning her forehead against his chest.
He stroked her hair and held her a moment longer.
"I will come back. And I will make sure that. your betrothed comes back as well. When this is all over, there will have to be a choice."
He kissed her once more, looking into her eyes, a worried expression on his fair face, before running down the stairs to join the leaving party.
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Left alone to her thoughts, Arwen sat down on one of the stone benches and pushed back her hair. She was so confused! Through her internal battle, she realized Legolas had been keeping something from her. The way he had bit his lip whenever she looked at him too long. She must know what it was that was so secret!
Legolas had not yet reached the gate where the Nine Walkers were to depart from. Before he could reach the courtyard, he felt someone grab his arm and spin him around.
"What is it you are keeping from me? Speak!" Arwen almost yelled, shaking him.
"You would not believe me." he replied softly.
She looked at him beseechingly, searching for any hint of what he was keeping from her.
"Please mellanin, tell me!" she begged, holding onto his arm.
"Very well." he mumbled grudgingly.
She urged him on.
"Go on, tell me."
He sighed and forced himself to talk.
"Your father approached me awhile ago in the gardens. It seems he had picked up something of... our near future." the WoodElf looked down at Arwen. "It was concerning our children."
Her eyes widened.
"They live?!" she whispered unbelievingly.
Legolas nodded.
"All these years they have searched for us. Even after we had given up hope."
The Evenstar of the Elves pressed one delicate ivory skinned hand to her mouth.
"They must hate us!" she whispered.
"Never. Our son would never hold any anger towards us. Nor would our daughter." Legolas said vehemently, shaking his head.
"But why have they not come to us?!" she cried.
"Your father said they were on one of the cliffs surrounding Rivendell. They seemed to be a little frightened of all the people here, perhaps they are waiting until the party leaves...?"
"But then you will not be able to see them!" Arwen pushed herself once again into her once-husbands embrace, needing comfort.
"I have no doubt that your father will send them after the Fellowship, once they have reacquainted themselves with you." he replied, pulling away and starting to walk arm in arm with her towards the gate. "Have no fear, mellanin, we will all be together soon."
With that final word of parting, Legolas went to join the Fellowship at the gates. Arwen stood beside her father, raw emotion threatening to explode inside her as the two men she loved most set out on their long and perilous journey to destroy Isildur's Bane.
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Well? I'm kinda getting' into the swing of things here. I've got another chapter all set up in my head just waiting to be put down on paper. I bid you all Namaarie until next time.
Part Three
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: Same as previous chapter. This chapter contains two original characters. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Timeline: Just after the council scene in FOTR.
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The council meeting had just adjourned, and all Nine Walkers had gone off to their own quarters to pack and have some time to themselves. Legolas stood alone in his room, preparing his knapsack and sharpening his blades. He ran a finger across the blade of one, testing it, a thin line of blood appeared on his thumb, showing just how sharp the lethal weapon was. He smiled to himself before putting the knives back in their respective sheathes.
"It's true? Isn't it." a voice said from the doorway.
Legolas replied without turning.
"Yes Arwen, it is. Aragorn is going with Frodo to destroy the One Ring. Fear not Milady, I will let no harm come to him." he said, iciness edging into his voice.
Arwen pulled him around to face her.
"Is that all you think of me? My god, Legolas!" she yelled, shaking him.
The WoodElf pulled away and continued packing his back.
"He is your betrothed." Legolas said simply. "You will marry him and forget all about me."
Arwen stood, aghast at what she was hearing.
"You were my betrothed first. Do you not think I still hold love for you in my heart?"
"I do not doubt that in some small way, you may think you loved me. But that was in the past. You have a whole new life ahead of you."
The RiverElf could not find the words to express herself.
"If there is nothing further Milady, I will have to take my leave of you." he said coldly polite.
She gaped at him for a moment as he pushed past her and into the hall. She followed him all the way outside, still trying to find the right thing to say.
"Legolas!" she cried. "Please do not do this. I-I. I love you!"
Legolas froze.
"In a perfect world, that would be enough. But this is not a perfect world, Arwen. People will die if I do not go."
Arwen flung herself into his arms, crying. They melted into one another, years of torment and pain seeming to evaporate with one simple kiss. When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless.
"Please come back to me?" she whispered, leaning her forehead against his chest.
He stroked her hair and held her a moment longer.
"I will come back. And I will make sure that. your betrothed comes back as well. When this is all over, there will have to be a choice."
He kissed her once more, looking into her eyes, a worried expression on his fair face, before running down the stairs to join the leaving party.
*&^&*
Left alone to her thoughts, Arwen sat down on one of the stone benches and pushed back her hair. She was so confused! Through her internal battle, she realized Legolas had been keeping something from her. The way he had bit his lip whenever she looked at him too long. She must know what it was that was so secret!
Legolas had not yet reached the gate where the Nine Walkers were to depart from. Before he could reach the courtyard, he felt someone grab his arm and spin him around.
"What is it you are keeping from me? Speak!" Arwen almost yelled, shaking him.
"You would not believe me." he replied softly.
She looked at him beseechingly, searching for any hint of what he was keeping from her.
"Please mellanin, tell me!" she begged, holding onto his arm.
"Very well." he mumbled grudgingly.
She urged him on.
"Go on, tell me."
He sighed and forced himself to talk.
"Your father approached me awhile ago in the gardens. It seems he had picked up something of... our near future." the WoodElf looked down at Arwen. "It was concerning our children."
Her eyes widened.
"They live?!" she whispered unbelievingly.
Legolas nodded.
"All these years they have searched for us. Even after we had given up hope."
The Evenstar of the Elves pressed one delicate ivory skinned hand to her mouth.
"They must hate us!" she whispered.
"Never. Our son would never hold any anger towards us. Nor would our daughter." Legolas said vehemently, shaking his head.
"But why have they not come to us?!" she cried.
"Your father said they were on one of the cliffs surrounding Rivendell. They seemed to be a little frightened of all the people here, perhaps they are waiting until the party leaves...?"
"But then you will not be able to see them!" Arwen pushed herself once again into her once-husbands embrace, needing comfort.
"I have no doubt that your father will send them after the Fellowship, once they have reacquainted themselves with you." he replied, pulling away and starting to walk arm in arm with her towards the gate. "Have no fear, mellanin, we will all be together soon."
With that final word of parting, Legolas went to join the Fellowship at the gates. Arwen stood beside her father, raw emotion threatening to explode inside her as the two men she loved most set out on their long and perilous journey to destroy Isildur's Bane.
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Well? I'm kinda getting' into the swing of things here. I've got another chapter all set up in my head just waiting to be put down on paper. I bid you all Namaarie until next time.